Charlie's Angels

Charlie: Once upon a time,

there were three little girls who went to the police academy,

two in Los Angeles...

The other in San Francisco.

And they were each assigned

very hazardous duties.

But I took them away from all that,

and now they work for me.

My name is Charlie.

Operator, this is Charlie Townsend.

I'd like to place a call to Los Angeles, California--

Townsend Detective Agency.

It looks delicious.

Operator, cancel that call.

I'll, uh, place it later.

And you can cook, too.

Bosley, it is up to you to talk to Charlie.

We don't want her, and we don't need her.

There's nothing personal.

It's just that we do-

We don't need anybody.

That's right, whoever it is.

Now look, nobody can take Jill's place with us.

Nobody!

Besides, she'll be back before you know it.

Right!

Charlie knows what he's doing.

Oh, sure.

Like the time he sent us to Nova Scotia

to find Mrs. Carpenter's killer.

Oh, that was a cute one.

Uh-huh, and the killer was managing

a banana plantation in Honduras.

You got him, didn't you?

We were there so long

the guy had to come home for Christmas.

Come on, John.

Who is it?

Trust Charlie.

Oh, boy. Oh...

I don't know who's more irritating sometimes

you or that mythical boss of ours.

Hello?

Oh, good. Send her in.

Oh, ye, of little faith.

Maybe we will work with her, and maybe we won't.

Did you hear that?

Yes.

Hi!

Well, I'm here.

It's me.

Who?

Kris.

Kris Munroe.

As in Kris Munroe--

Jill Munroe's younger sister pigtails and braces?

You got it!

Bosley, you didn't tell us. I can't believe it!

Hi! Hi!

Ooh, how are you?

Why didn't Jill tell us?

Oh, Jill sends her love. She's in Spain right now.

She's practicing for a big race.

She wants to be the first woman to win LeMans.

Well, she'll do it. She'll do it.

Hey, I thought Jill was sending you through college.

Oh, she was.

Well, you must be a teacher by now.

Oh, no, not exactly.

Well, not exactly what?

Well, while Jill thought I was going to college

I was actually going to the police academy

in San Francisco.

Police academy.

Police academy!

Bosley, you didn't tell us.

Police academy!

Perfect! That's great!

I can't believe it.

I can't believe I'm here.

Finally. Jill has told me so much about all of this

and she's always talking about Mr. Bosley.

Oh.

Oh, she was?

Well, if you just ignore Mr. Bosley

I'd say that's lesson one in survival wouldn't you, Sabrina?

Oh, absolutely.

Well, what did she, uh, tell you about me?

Oh, well, she said you were really

a take-charge kind of guy, always on top of things.

I always thought the world of Jill.

She tell you anything else?

Mm-hmm. She said that you had eyes like Paul Newman

and a smile like Robert Redford.

I see that you've got

your sister's peculiar sense of humor.

I think you're going to fit right in.

Definitely.

Oh, Bosley.

What she actually said was,

"Bosley's a teddy bear."

Well...

Hey, is that it? Is that the speaker Charlie talks to you on?

There is no Charlie.

803 made him up.

Where is he anyway?

The call is not due for 10 seconds yet.

You can count on Charlie

to be punctual at all times.

He will call,

right now.

Hm.

I don't understand, Charlie.

Just because one is on vacation in Hawaii

is no reason to let down standards.

Well, why don't you tell him to shape up

when he calls, Bosley?

I'm sure he'll appreciate that.

Ah!

Hello?

Good afternoon, Bos/e y.

Is our new Angel there?

Right here, Charlie

and feeling like family already.

I knew you would.

Welcome aboard.

How's the weather in Hawaii, Charlie?

Perfect.

We're having a smog alert.

Then you'd better all get on a plane and come here.

Uh-uh. Not nice to fool Angels, Charlie.

I'm not putting you on, Sabrina.

I need you all over here.

Is it a case, Charlie?

You might say that.

I've been kidnapped.

What?

Now listen carefully, Angels.

These are instructions from the people I'm with.

"Fly over to Hawaii immediately.

"Check in at the Royal Hawaiian.

"Wait for someone to contact you there."

If you talk to the police or the FBI, I'll be killed.

Okay, go home and pack.

We'll meet at the airport.

I'll make the reservations.

I can't believe it.

Charlie's been kidnapped, and I haven't even seen him yet.

So, what else is new?

I've always wanted to go to Hawaii,

but not this way.

My»

Aloha!

Thank you.

Thank you.

Welcome to Hawaii.

Thank you.

Kimo'II show you to your rooms.

Well, thank you.

That should do it now.

Wow, everything looks just like I thought it would.

Sure does.

Whispering surf,

the trade winds warm on our faces--

Charlie, a kidnap victim.

Don't you think we should try to locate Charlie's yacht

and talk to the crew?

I don't think we should anything

until the kidnappers contact us.

Yeah, but I hate just sitting here doing nothing while

Charlie's locked up somewhere with a gun to his head.

Nothing else we can do.

Ah, here we are.

Now, for those of you who have never had a mai-tai

accept the words of one who has:

it slides down like a wondrous fruit punch

then,

rips the sole off your shoes from the inside.

To Charlie.

To Charlie.

Charlie.

To Charlie.

Wherever he is.

I, uh, assume this is for me.

This is it.

Unsigned.

"Tomorrow morning, 11:00

"2.8 miles from bridge.

Way-man-man-am. . ."

Busby .

"Waimanalo Beach. Right.

Watch for red scarf."

Red scarf?

My»

Well, this is it.

Waimanalo Beach, 2.8 miles.

And it's one minute to 11:00.

Let's check the beach.

Well, unless our contact's fishing kuki/au style

he isn't here yet.